Yes, but it doesn’t fit how she expects

Lauren continues to stare down the bag until she decides: “To hell with it.” She drops her pants and underwear to the floor in one motion, stepping out of them before she opens the bag and pulls one out, hearing a crinkling sound as she does so. The material feels soft, but she pays it no mind as she opens it and lays it out on her bed. Looking down at it, she hesitates for a moment, wondering if she is really going to do this, before she decides to just handle it like one would ripping off a bandage. Or well, kind of the opposite of that actually? She sits down on the diaper, pulling up the front and connecting the tabs on the side, sloppily. The inside feels even softer than the outside had. The fact it isn’t soaked through with beer like the panties she had just been wearing is plus too.

It is when she stands up that she notices something isn’t quite right. The diaper slips down her waist a little, stopping naturally just a little lower. The distance is just enough that the bottom of the diaper is sitting half an inch, maybe a tad more, from her crotch. A wave of disbelief passes over her. The diaper is too big.

Lauren stands there stunned for a minute, trying to process this, while Vanessa soaks it in gleefully, loving every moment of this. These are adult diapers. She bought them to use on Vanessa, figuring it would be easier to get them on her, and it had been. They fit Vanessa well… so how are they too big for her? It feels like the wind has been knocked out of her. She’s the more mature one, the big sister, if they didn’t fit one of them, then it should’ve been Vanessa! She feels her face burn. This is even more humiliating than if it had fit her. She needs to sit down. She is more than ready for the day to be over.

Through the humiliation, she forces herself to hike up her diaper before taking a seat on the side of her bed. Because what would be the point of wearing it if it isn’t covering her crotch? As she does so, the aroma of beer wafts up at her from her shirt, and Lauren snaps. She doesn’t even think twice before she whisks the shirt off and throws it at her wall trying to alleviate some of her frustration. It hits the wall with a splat before if falls to the floor. She did feel a little better after that, enough so that she hardly gives it a second thought before she peels off her cold, wet and smelly bra and throws it too.

It is not lost on her that now she is just sitting in her room, naked but for a diaper.